He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family. They are not bad girls, but the average tourist has that misconception of them. "What's your name?" he said, addressing the audacious lad, who was looking about him as coolly as if nothing material was going on. To him she had always appeared as a mere pleasure-loving parasite—something quite insignificant. For on reaching the second floor, a swishing sound came to Gerald’s ears, as of someone moving about. “Umph!” he said, and regarded his letter doubtfully before consigning it to the pillar-box.
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